so, after promising a poem a day last week, the internet in my hotel room went out, and i did not manage a single post the rest of the week. i am finally back in the office after my 18-day trip, and with a manageable internet connection at hand, the ‘poem a day’ schedule continues…
i have been thinking often of priorities, how to order one’s life, and have realized that the way i live my life does not at all match my value system. so, my focus this morning as i begin my workweek is to pour time and energy into deserving recipients.
my highest priority is to live a life of love. as i understand 1 timothy, we can’t live a life of love without a pure heart, a good conscience, and a secure faith. so, the questions i am asking myself this morning are, what am I doing to purify my heart? how am I protecting the good of my conscience? is my faith secure?
i have failed miserably to live up to the standards those questions raise. to confess, in the last few months i have not at all been growing toward a life of love. because my priorities have been so out of order, i have been constantly chasing after rewards which will die along with me. what a dissatisfying way to live life!
this poem, from Mary Oliver, shows the satisfying simplicity of another kind of life.
In Praise of Craziness of a Certain Kind
By Mary Oliver
On cold evenings
with ownership of half her mind —
the other half having flown back to Bohemia —
spread newspapers over the porch floor
so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath,
as under a blanket, and keep warm,
and what shall I wish for, for myself,
but, being so struck by the lightning of years,
to be like her with what is left, that loving.